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It was that time again. Time to sate the many lionesses of the Pride. As the current king, it was one of Simba's duties to keep the line going. Anyone else would be so lucky as to have so many females so willing to please their king, but for some reason, Simba could never completely get into it.

It was just the pleasure alone that brought Simba to finish inside of them. But there was no more to it than that. The king couldn't wrap his head around it, all the males around him talked about how good it felt to mount a female, but it wasn't nearly as good as Simba had hoped.

With so many awaiting him, and Simba himself unable to follow through the last few times, the king called upon the assistance of his own father. The older lion was all too happy to aid his son in breeding the pride. After all, they shared the same royal blood, meaning that their pride would go on no matter who impregnated the lioness.

He took another deep breath as he padded into the private section of the savanna. Not only was his father already in the area, but Simba could already see the older lion on top of a lioness, rocking his body over hers.

He made his presence just in time to see his father grunt and shove himself inside a final time. The lioness underneath him purred from the cum pouring inside of her, praising Mufasa and thanking him for the seed and the pleasure.

Mufasa casually pulled out and let his body thump onto the soft grass underneath him. It was then that he noticed his son's arrival. Smiling, he approached the other lion, letting his erect and dripping length bob up and down between his hindlegs.

"Ah, Simba. I'm glad that you've arrived. Come on, the lionesses are waiting. And as much as I would love to, I cannot handle them all by myself."

Simba nodded and gulped. He tried hard not to look at the throbbing thing under his father's belly. Seeing it made him feel strange. But it wasn't a feeling of disgust like he was expecting. Instead, the golden lion could feel his heart race every time he laid eyes on it. And if he dared to look at it for more than a second, his mouth would start to water.

He shook his head and followed behind his father. Being so close to the older lion's backside gave him a clear view of those plump balls and the winking hole that rested underneath the former king's swishing tail.

Simba couldn't help but gulp from the sight. He could feel his breathing pick up and his own length slip from his sheath. Like his father's it came into view for the lionesses to see, slightly throbbing against his belly.

Strangely enough, Mufasa saw moments like this as a chance for bonding between him and his son. He called for two lionesses to approach and they were quick to do so. The older lion growled lustfully and eased his body over hers.

"Come on, son. The sooner we start, the better."

Simba took another deep breath and joined his father's side, mounting the awaiting lioness before her. He felt the soft fur and warm body underneath him, it was a bit comforting, but the king still had trouble getting into the right mindset.

Nevertheless, he angled himself and sunk his cock inside of her. He sighed from the pleasure that surrounded him, but when he actually started thrusting, that mental block came again. The moans coming from the lioness were doing nothing for him, and the pressure of having to do this over and over again was starting to set in...

Simba's ears flicked and shivers ran down his spine when he heard a deep noise of pleasure coming from his father. His deep voice and lingering growl made the younger lion's heart skip again. As he thrust inside of the lioness he suddenly felt a surge of pleasure. It coursed through his body, making him moan aloud.

"Isn't this great?" Mufasa asked, glad to see his son enjoying himself. "You and I taking on the pride."

Feeling a blush rising to his face, Simba smiled and focused on moving his lower half. But his ears remained open, taking in the sounds of pleasure his father continued to make.

Simba had to realize it, but rather than the lioness he was currently rutting, he was getting most of his pleasure and excitement purely from having his father so close by. Hearing those deep noises and looking over to see his father gritting his teeth and slamming himself in deep...

Keeping his focus on Mufasa was helping Simba get closer and closer to his limit. And when his father suddenly snarled, shoving his cock in deep, the current king raised his own voice, actually delivering his seed within the purring lioness he was on top of.

"See? With the two of us working together, we're going to have many, many new additions."

Simba nodded and mounted the next lioness that brought herself to the king. As he eased himself over her, the lion was back to watching his father mount another as well.

Grunting and growling with each thrust, Mufasa was enjoying himself enormously. When Simba originally proposed the idea, he wasn't sure at first. But whether he was king or not, there were plenty of lionesses to go around and Simba seemed to still be adjusting to having so many to satisfy and fill.

His thrusts were hard, slamming his cock inside of the wet, firm walls of the moaning lioness. He always made sure to push in deep, stretching them out just enough to ensure that his seed would flow in deep. And the pleasure was certainly a bonus.

Putting even more weight down on the female, Mufasa huffed and picked up the pace, getting close to yet another climax.

Simba had subtly watched the whole thing, but his focus was purely on his father. In his mind, he told himself that he was just trying to pick up tips from the experienced lion. But when Mufasa started pounding harder into his lioness, there was a rise of pleasure and a sudden urge to cum within him as well.

Together the royal lions, young and old, slammed themselves inside of their respective lionesses, plunging their cocks against the soft walls until they reached their peaks. One after the other, Simba and Mufasa released more of their potent fluids within more of the pride.

Round after round, lioness after lioness, Simba and Mufasa rutted and left them sated and carrying the essence to keep their pride going. Each lioness was left very satisfied and the ones that were left could hardly wait for their turn. It seemed that Simba was in rare form today. His name was moaned by many of them, but it hardly registered in the younger lion's ears.

The king's focus was completely on his father; the way he moved, thrusting himself in deep. Those primal, lust filled growls, even the way his thick, heavy paws wrapped around the lioness' slender figure, keeping her close and in his hold.

For Simba it was all so thrilling, enticing, and made it even easier for him to go round after round. And the words of encouragement coming from his father every now and then only spurred him on.

He made his own growls, baring his fangs as he came yet again inside of a tight, squeezing passage. And as soon as it slunk away, another vent was presented before him, begging him to press himself inside and leave it filled with his markings.

Mufasa beamed with pride as he watched his son take on lioness after lioness. It was clear that took after his father well enough. He indulged himself in as many lionesses as he could handle, never getting enough of those sounds and feelings of himself digging deep. That orgasmic burst of pleasure that came before his seed rushed from his balls. It was lions were bred for, round after round of pleasure.

Even after cumming for the umpteenth time, the orgasms never dulled, striking the former king and his son with renewed intensity every time. They both snarled and hissed from reaching their limits. And with a few deep breaths, the father and son duo were back at it again.

When it was all set and done for the day, both Simba and Mufasa were deeply satisfied. The older lion had emptied his balls, but was looking forward to rutting the lioness again soon. Simba on the other hand was replaying the actions of his father. It was stuck on his mind, and even when his cock was tucked away in his sheath, the arousing images and sounds still swirled around in his mind.

Just like before, the king brushed this off as the heavy scent of heat messing with his mind. By his father's side, Simba yawned and continued on his way to Pride Rock for a long nap.